"Bang!"
Accompanied by a loud noise, the sturdy tent was smashed, and a figure suddenly fell among the crowd.
"Who is it!"
The generals present were indeed battle-hardened elites, reacting instantly.
"Quick! Someone is attacking the camp! Protect the commander!"
"Someone! Hurry!"
"Brazen thief! How dare you break into our camp! Seeking death!"
"..."
Angry shouts echoed around, and the soldiers outside also noticed the situation here, rushing in with weapons ready.
In the scene, smoke and dust swirled, and a silhouette wrapped in a black-purple robe flickered in and out.
"You've hidden here, making it quite hard to find you."
Zhang Xiaoman waved his hand gently, and an invisible breeze arose, dispersing the nearby dust.
Originally, he wanted to come here and find the commander of this expedition to ask for some information.
The result was this sprawling army of hundreds of thousands, even more exaggerated than he imagined.
